Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.